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Lena Bitare Nov 2014
You're a young soul
So quick to believe
So deep to dream
With a little self-esteem

So you waited for the train
But it did pass, you're vain
So you shed the pain
And put it in the letters of stain

In your younger years
You believe love exists
So I held your hand
And covered your eyes

Your senses are speaking
Universe is in your heart
Though destroyed dreams had you
And made your smile broken,

You still wear your heart on your sleeve
And to that I was astounded to believe.

— The End —